Page 54 of Safer Together
~ Chapter Twenty-Three ~
Angela
I lay there, in the afterglow of our lovemaking, with Elliot laying heavily on top of me. Our breathing erratic. We had done it, and by done it, I mean made love, and it was amazing, and fantastic, and perfect and I wanted to do it all over again, as soon as possible.
I run my hands up along his back, up towards his unruly blond hair and begin to methodically run my fingers through the strands, their silky softness running through with ease.
I feel him stirring, his mouth nuzzling my breasts, the feel of his lips against my now super sensitive flesh, and I feel another flash of heat below. “That was incredible,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my nipples, goosebumps traveling outward over my body.
“I know,” I whisper back. He raises his head, his deep blue irises locking me into position, as he slides up my body and presses his delectable lips against my own.
I’m greedy, and I instantly want more, I wrap my legs around his waist, keeping him close, and my arms pull his head as close to me as possible, deepening the kiss. I hear a growl reverberating from his chest, and he rolls us over so I am on top of him. “Angie, my love, as much as I never want either of us to ever leave this bed, we need to be getting you to the airport.” He has a point; a valid one at that. He presses his lips quickly to the tip of my nose, then my forehead and one final peck on the lips, before pushing me gently. I hop off him and stand on the side of the bed. I feel a drip of warmth coming from my core, his semen sliding from within me from our recent lovemaking. I collect my clothing from the floor and pad into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
I wander across to the large full-length mirror and take a good look at myself. My eyes brighter than usual and a blush to my cheeks that does wonders for my complexion, my nipples slightly pinker than earlier, my hair a wild mane around me. I turn the faucet on in the vanity beside me and cup some water in my hands before splashing it on my face, then running my damp hands through my hair, trying to bring it back to some sort of half tidy appearance. Giving up, I take the hairband from my wrist and pull my hair up in a messy bun.
My left-hand lowers, and I feel his presence. Not wanting to bathe, I grab the hand towel, dampening it with warm water, and wipe myself clean, before dropping it to the floor. I pluck my underwear off the floor and begin to get dressed, finally following with my dress.
I feel different, there was no doubt about it, but the way I feel is better, more of a woman. I had taken charge out there, telling him I wanted him, and he took me, made love to me, with so much passion, it was perfect in every way.
I wander back out to Elliot and see that he has also started to get dressed, waiting for me on the side of the bed, he opens his arms to me and I practically run into him, wrapping my arms around him. “I love you!” I exclaim. He smiles up at me, his perfect white teeth on display,
“And I love you!” I peck him on the lips and extract myself from his hold, as he stands, and begins to pull his shirt over his head, I see a couple of blood spots on his back.
“Oh heavens, I made you bleed.” I reach out and touch the spots, where my fingernails had dug into him minutes ago, “I’m sorry.”
He shrugs. “Don’t be, I liked it,’’ he bends to kiss my nose.
“Did you like it, really?” I ask, tentatively, he pulls his shirt the whole way on and turns to face me.
“No baby, I didn’t like it. I fucking loved it, the best thing I’ve ever done, no question.” He pulls me into his strong arms, and I go willingly. He loved it, best thing ever, he said. I smile into his chest.
“Me too,” I whisper.
We travel to the airport in silence, completely comfortable just being with each other. His hand strokes my thigh the entire trip. We exit the vehicle in the parking lot and Elliot grabs my luggage from the back of the car, carrying it in all the way for me.
When we get to the point where he can no longer stay with me, I pull him to me and kiss him with everything I have, forcing my love and emotions onto him, and I feel all of the same things coming back at me. When I pull away, I have tears beginning to fall. He reaches out and catches them with the pad of his forefinger. “It’s okay my beauty, I’ll see you soon.”
I shake my head, “A whole month Elliot!” I exclaim.
He lifts my left hand in front of me, “See this?” he touches my engagement ring. “This is my heart. Its going with you back home.” And I feel more tears falling.
“Come get it soon,” I choke out.
“Oh baby, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
He kisses me once more, before pulling away and bringing me close to his chest, “I love you, Angela White,’’ he whispers in my ear.
“I love you, Elliot Sands.”
We pull apart and I turn, wandering down to my terminal, not daring to look back as I walk away from the man I love. One month, Angela, it’s only one month. Four weeks, thirty-one short days and he would be with me once more.
I swallow the lump in my throat, and settle my breathing, I can do this. Scratch that. I will do this.
